A Moment A Laugh A Kiss A Cry Novels & Stories

But in that moment of heightened emotions, Ameera's frustration boiled over, and she let out a cry of exasperation. Unable to bear witness to her anguish any longer, Haider closed the distance between them, his hands gently cupping her face. With a mixture of desperation and longing, he pulled her close, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The intensity of the kiss carried a silent plea for understanding, for forgiveness, and for a chance to make amends.

Grace pov Liam holds me till I stop crying before his mouth takes mine in a panty dropping kiss. The unalloyed joy in his expression should have been contagious and should have swept away the last of my complicated emotions. Instead, to my horror, tears welled in my eyes and began to spill down my cheeks. "Grace?" Liam's smile faltered, concern replacing his initial elation. "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry," I managed, trying to stem the unexpected flow of tears. "I'm happy, I really am. It's just... I'm also worried, and I didn't expect to be."

My tears finally fell. In the gaps between his lips, the taste of blood and tears mixed together. Three years of silence, three months of life and death—all of it shattered in this single moment. He kissed me like he was trying to crush me into his bones. He didn't stop until I had nothing left but one last breath. His forehead pressed against mine. Burning hot. I looked at him. He looked at me. Both of us gasping for air. I suddenly laughed. In his startled gaze, I lifted my hand and wiped away the drop of moisture that had seeped from the corner of his eye.

Star-crossed lovers we were indeed. He turned from the painting to face me. His eyes were soft and sad. He knew the regret we both felt. The tragedy that was our love. “I fell in love with you the moment you walked in my office,” he said simply. “You were so nervous and absolutely adorable. As we talked, I found out you were smart and funny. And driven. Very driven. I couldn't help it. That's why I asked you for drinks.”

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

Since when did I get so comfortable around him? Draven let out a soft laugh, and for the first time, it sounded genuine. His laugh was contagious—like one of those laughs you hear from those perfect, hot guys in movies. Yeah, it was definitely one of those contagious ones. “Go get some sleep now,” he said finally, and I shook my head. “I can’t. So stay...”

Clapping he says as he jumps closer to me. When he got closer I quickly picked him up and kissed him on the cheek, he just giggled because of the tickle. "You, ha, kiss your sister." My tenderness to him. He smiled so his big teeth were exposed to me, I was a little amused so he laughed too. Kids really, when you laugh they just laugh too. "Ate, mama said cook me foods." Cut to pieces it says. He's 3 years old, gladly he's not lame but his words are still broken.

I had needed it in order to know he was still with me. "Eww... gross..." Avery made a face, sticking out her tongue and acting like she was going to puke. Robbie laughed, releasing me from the kiss but not his grasp. I loved being pressed up against him, feeling his body strong and solid beneath mine. I kissed him one more time, making a loud lip-smacking noise just to make Avery mad. She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore us by playing with her teacups.

His laughter fills the room, a sound that is music to my ears, and it makes me feel cherished and adored. He chuckles, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against mine as he says, “I love you so much too.” The kiss that follows is tender and sweet, a moment that feels suspended in time. As we pull away, I can see the sparkle in his eyes, a reflection of the love we share. It’s moments like these that remind me of the deep connection we have, one that has only grown stronger over time.

The realization hit me all over again as we crossed the lawn. Not almost shaking his hand. Not almost hugging him. Not almost exchanging phone numbers. Kissing. Actual kissing. With lips. Like an idiot. “Oh my God.” Bree’s voice broke through my panic. I immediately groaned. “No.” “Oh my God.” “Bree.” She doubled over laughing. Actually doubled over. Hands on her knees. Struggling to breathe. People were walking past us, and she didn’t even care. “Bree.” “I’m trying.” “No, you’re not.”